Sympathies fall short

They are swallowed

By a starving abyss

When the evenings ignite

In the glare of red sirens  

–

When a timeless fears lives   

In a father’s turned stomach,

And a mother’s soul tremors   

Waiting and waiting

–

The swift sorrow of governors

Will never soothe their scars,

Until their own hearts are full

And their own anger resounds